How could I dare place in words
This canvas basement beneath the earth
That Rome has long since hung of you
The grandest portrait to ever view
Drifting through the Coliseums of Spain
The winds are still softly singing your name
Do you know of that grey,
How it flutters the mind?
Of that silvery snow.
That waits in the sky?
There exists no option to define
To translate or epitomize
That blinding light
Of your bright eyes
A boundless glistening of emerald sea
Those gold reflections surfacing
This photograph that always shines
Every time I watch your green iris unwind